Life Is Yours Death Is Mine Novels & Stories

I thought one more risk could buy us a new beginning. So I swallowed the drug. Five hours later, they gave me a prepaid debit card and sent me home. By the time I reached our basement apartment in Queens, pain was spreading through my lower back, and my mouth tasted like rust. I stopped outside the door, heard enough from Adrian’s phone call to understand everything, then covered my mouth as blood surged up my throat. My parents were alive. Liz was alive. The debt was fake. And the past five years had only been a punishment.

The funeral drew every major name in the underworld. Everyone came in tailored black suits, their faces solemn, except me. Beneath my black trench coat, I wore a dress the color of fresh blood. Whispers followed me as I walked past the crowd, commenting that I had no sense of decorum. However, I didn’t care. This wasn’t just a funeral. It was my coronation. I stood before the headstone and watched as the massive black walnut coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Inside that coffin wasn’t just Luca. Buried with him were six years of my youth and a love I had once been foolish enough to believe in.

The day I died, Monique had finally given in to my constant pestering and promised she'd come home for dinner. I cooked the meal and even put on the suit she had picked out for me, but she never came home. As the time I'd agreed on with the system drew closer, I drained my phone battery and could only watch helplessly as the system chose how I would die. I didn't know if it was the system's twisted sense of humor, but it threw my body off the building closest to where Connor was proposing.

I rounded the corner once again till I was back to her side, passing her one of the glasses. "My version of living is doing whatever the fuck I want. Everyone dies eventually, and not always from a liver failure." My gaze settled pointedly on her. The men before me are quite notorious for dying in far more gruesome ways. It'd only be a pleasure. "You mean your version of living is succumbing to your body's every desire, even if it's bound to kill you?" I lifted my glass to my lips, pausing to meet her defiant sea-blue eyes. "Usually, my body knows exactly what it wants. And right now, it's a curious blonde that doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Drink up."

I told them and they both sighed in relief. The thirteenth day after Zack’s death is almost here and it’s driving me insane. I saw Dorothy and Lulu’s death. I felt like I have to choose again and up to now I haven’t saved Beatrice’s and Engr. Murray’s soul. They are nowhere to be found.

Life for me. ***

“ Thank you for existing.” She held my hand and I noticed how pale and thin her hands are. Her nails are turning yellow, her breath is cold, and honestly, it's making me weak. She's tired...real tired. “ I want to thank you too..” she started and smiled looking at our hands being intertwined. “ You're my other half and you're the one who witnessed everything I've been through before I can finally say..i lived a life. Tim..our life is short..but sadly mine is shorter..I want you to--to live your life and be happy..I'll be looking at you in the clouds.”she said and smiled at me and took a deep sigh before letting her words out.

my two treasures for a lifetime, i'm ready to strike violence all over again, be the most heartless and worst person that could ever live on earth just to keep them safe. THE END

A life that had been lifeless since its inception. This is how my journey ends. This is what it all signifies. My life is a song of winter. A song of death. Under the mourning pine tree let me be laid. Come, oh cold death let me be swayed. As the lonely white snow dissolves the heat. My life shall fly away as it takes my breath. My life, my honor, and dignity be slain. Let my royal armour be torn and stained. My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat.